The next day was a Saturday and I had to go to college for half day. The day got a bad start as my father got up just after me so I didn't get to be a...one with my Mother. She did manage to get to the door when I was out and whispered, "I'm glad you give me that wonderful orgasm in the kitchen. You are so giving. Father gives nothing, just takes. I hope you liked seeing my old body in the kitchen. It might not be much but it's all I've got. Your cum tastes delicious, Raja!" Unlike other times. Unfortunately, whatever it is, eluded me, until tonight. He raised his head...she was looking at him, still shuddering occasionally with reflexive sobs, but the tears had stopped coming anew with each spasm. She was wiping her face with the back of her hand...but she was looking at him...and he knew she was listening. Here" he said, passing her a monogrammed handkerchief. "Wipe your face" Charlotte leaned across and reached for the handkerchief. Her face was swollen from crying, but she was. I'm sure we can find something here."I glanced at Greg."Sounds good. Let me run up and grab Cindy."Ten minutes later the four of us were munching on sandwiches—ham, of course—and the rest of the leftovers, including some goodies Cindy brought down. As we finished eating Cindy giggled, "You guys want to hear something funny?"You know the family that claimed your kitten? Well, it turns out we're related! Fran Kowalski and my dad are distant cousins of some sort. How's that for weird?" You know,". I can hear the wet wood of the deck groan under your weight as you walk up beside me. Looking up I smile gently and ask, ‘How was your day honey?’ ‘Long. What are you doing?’ You ask. ‘Enjoying the storm, want to watch with me?’ I offer. ‘Not right now, I’ve got stuff to do.’ You say and turn to go back inside. ‘Figures.’ I whisper more to myself than anything else as you walk away. You don’t hear the comment nor realize all I want to do was share some time with you. Going back in the house you.